Lately Iíve been logging in only at weekends, sometimes because I donít have time but some other times just because Iím not feeling web to use the computer. Whatever, Iíll try to be here more often.

As funny as it sounds, many times it is quite a true statement: A conclusion is where you got tired of thinking. I remember that years ago I used to have moments, mostly at night, in which I started evolving a single idea into a scary or twisted philosophy, but I havenít felt like that anymore until some while ago within this week; again I felt like in the middle of everything or outside of everything... for strange that might sound I could think of it as one viewpoint of geometry, being inside of everything having the exact possibility to understand it as being outside of it all, of course going farther a two or three dimensional state, perhaps a mathematic theorem... and thatís just a metaphor to describe my fidget mind. Sometimes having a universe to think, having something to write, and barely having something to say. I ask myself since when the true knowledge was accepted as knowledge, that is, how come or since when did awareness become aware of it? When ever or how ever it happened, we have profs of that it hasnít died nor will die as long as it keeps transmitting from one to another aware entity, in this case, us, humans; but then again, the first question looks itself in a mirror... when will it end? When the universe comes back to its original form? Or just when the very last aware entity ends its own awareness?

Is all this really my consciousness? Well, as long as I my mind dictates my will, I can say so.